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See what I did there in the title? The famous song is called “Tu Vuo Fa L’Americano,” which translates, “You wanna be an American.” But I turned that on its freaking head and renamed it “Tu Vuo Fa L’Italiano!” Word play!

Because I do want to be Italian. I spent a semester in Venice my Junior year, and have taken a total of four trips to Italy for school and vacations. I freaking love it. So I would love to become an Italian citizen, and honor the aspect of my origins I find the most interesting. I’m also Dutch, German, Irish and English, but beyond clogs and golf, those countries strike me as pretty vanilla.

Part of the song referenced above goes, “sient’ a mme: nun ce sta niente ‘a fa’!” which translates, “Listen to me: there’s nothing you can do.” But I’m an American, and there is something I can do. So tu stai zitto! Translation: Shuttupa yo’ face.

I am 1/4 Italian via my Grandfather, Anthony. His father, Rocco, came to gli Stati Uniti from Sant’Arsenio, Italy in 1910 via Ellis Island, with his wife Anna, and I think two of their children.

Photo of Sant’Arsenio I found via tripmondo.

My Grandfather was born three years later. According to an Italian law called Jure Sanguinis, which is actually Latin, not Italian, and is literally translated: “by the law of BLOOOOOD,” (a less literal translation — Citizenship by blood rights), I can get my citizenship via my great-grandfather as long as no one renounced their citizenship along the way. A post on Design Sponge about Italian citizenship alerted me to this awesome law, and now I’m going to take steps to get Italian/EU citizenship for me, my wife, and our son.

It is not a simple process. First, my Grandfather must have been born BEFORE my Great-Grandfather became a naturalized citizen. Luckily, though there are some veteran exceptions, since the repeal of the Alien and Sedition Act, a law from 1795  generally rules naturalization law in the United States. That law states that you have to be a resident of the United States for five years before becoming a naturalized citizen.

Using my math scientist skills, I took 1913 (the year Anthony was born) and minused 1910 (the year Rocco arrived and presumably began residing in gli stati uniti) and it equals 3. 3 is less than 5, so Rocco could not have naturalized by the time Anthony was born, so Rocco’s blood remained Italian, and was passed down to Anthony, which was passed down to my mom, which was passed down to me, which I can pass to my wife and son.

All I have to do is find a bunch of original documents proving all this, some of which I have to request from Sant’Arsenio, Italy, where my Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother were born, some of which I have to find at the National Archives, and some of which I have to find in Jersey City, where my great-grandparents settled and died;  then I have to translate anything written in English that is related to my Italian blood relatives into  Italian; and then fill out three additional forms, one of which I have to fill out twice.

Instructions can all be found at your local Italian consulate. Note that some consulates differ re what documentation they require. For me it’s the DC consulate, and they require:

1)    FORM 1

2)    YOUR MATERNAL GREAT GRANDMOTHER’S BIRTH CERTIFICATE (from Italy)

3)    YOUR MATERNAL GREAT GRANDFATHER’S BIRTH CERTIFICATE (from Italy)

4)    YOUR MATERNAL GREAT GRANDPARENTS’ MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE

5)    YOUR PATERNAL OR MATERNAL GREAT GRANDFATHERS’ CERTIFICATE OF  NATURALIZATION AND PETITION FOR NATURALIZATION

6)    YOUR MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER’S BIRTH CERTIFICATE

7)    YOU PATERNAL GRANDFATHER’S BIRTH CERTIFICATE

8)    YOUR MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER’S MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE

9)    YOUR MOTHER’S BIRTH CERTIFICATE

10)  YOUR FATHER’S BIRTH CERTIFICATE

11)  YOUR PARENT’S MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE

12)  YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE

13)  FORM 2 — YOUR DECLARATION THAT YOU NEVER RENOUNCED ITALIAN CITIZENSHIP BEFORE ANY ITALIAN AUTHORITY, listing all your places of residence and relative years.  Your signature must be notarized. Copy of your passport and proof of residence (driver’s license and utility bills, etc.) are requested.

14)  FORM 4 — DECLARATION THAT YOUR PATERNAL/MATERNAL GRANDPARENTS NEVER RENOUNCED ITALIAN CITIZENSHIP BEFORE ANY ITALIAN AUTHORITY, listing all places of residence and relative years. If living use FORM 3, if deceased use FORM 4

15)  FORM 4 — DECLARATION THAT YOUR FATHER/MOTHER NEVER RENOUNCED ITALIAN CITIZENSHIP BEFORE ANY ITALIAN AUTHORITY, listing all places of residence and relative years.

16)  ANY PERTINENT DEATH CERTIFICATE/S RELATED TO THE ITALIAN ASCENDANTS.

With no basis, I estimate this will take me 18 months, but I figure that if I put this out on the internet, some of you will ask me about how the process is proceeding, which will spur me on to get this done.

I’m reinvigorated this morning.

We hung out with some great friends last night watching the Ravens game – too bad they lost – and I think just relaxing with them was really energizing. I hate that they live all the way in Baltimore because if they didn’t we’d hang out so much more. They’re some of my favorite people (and blog readers, HI AARON).

Bubus is back in the swing of things sleeping-wise, which is a relief. He of course has his moments (teething yesterday made him very grumpy) but I’m thankful that he is, for the most part, sleeping pretty well. It makes him a pretty sweet baby. I think that an end is near for pumping to feed him is also giving me some energy. I’m going to stop pumping at work totally at the end of February, which will free up some time and hopefully give me a little bit of energy back. We’ll keep aiming to breastfeed in the mornings until he’s not interested or I get sick of it. Not pumping though, will be such a huge relief. I want to write a little more about my breastfeeding endgame (or at least my pumping endgame) later on this week. The dissertation being close to completion is also a huge relief. As I mentioned before, though, these defining things ending definitely will mark a new phase for me. A bit scary!

A quick note about our lovely trip to Brazil.

One thing that I found fascinating about Brazil was how many similarities there are to the US. They were “discovered” by Europeans, colonized, have a history of slavery, and then a wave of very diverse immigrants (from Japanese to African to Italian) that now make up a huge portion of their population. They’re even more multicolored that the US!

This statue is of the “banditos,” native peoples the Europeans sent to colonize the interior of Brazil. It’s an open question whether the statue will remain. As you can imagine there’s some tension around the enslavement of native peoples in Brazil, just as there is here, and they’re not sure they want to commemorate it. The statue is outside of Ibibuerca Park, a beautiful and huge park in Sao Paulo. It’s a great place to go for a bike ride or a run, and it’s just gorgeous. If we had been closer to it from our hotel, I’m sure we would have spent a lot more time there.

Happy Baby In Ibirapuera Park, Sao Paulo

Another beautiful park, Parque Tenente Siqueira Campos, was close to our hotel and Hub and Bub spent some time there while I was off with my students on company visits. This was a working vacation for me… although I still had a great time. The park had a real Amazonian jungle feel to it, and it was fun being in the midst of a rainforest (at least that’s what it felt like) while in one of the largest cities in the world.

We still have so many things to share from the trip, including wonderful meals in Sao Paulo and crazy Rio de Janerio. ;)

We had a 10-day excursion to Sao Paulo and Rio de Janerio, Brazil. It was a pretty amazing trip! We’ll be busy catching up on our life that was put on hold for the past couple of weeks while prepping for the trip, but hopefully will post some notes on the excursion soon. We came back a few pounds heavier and with two more teeth (well, the Bubus anyway; as far as I know, Hub and I are moving towards the losing teeth phase of life more than getting new ones).

Other than some tummy issues, an almost 36-hour delay, and a minor (ok, major) freakout by Wif at the baggage claim at Dulles airport after said delay and missing bags, we had a wonderful time. Bubus was a real trooper and charmed possibly every woman in Brazil with his blue eyes and smile.

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More to come, enjoy the photos!

 

Being in the DC area has a lot of perks. One is the ease of train travel. I’m taking this week off of work, and realized it might be more fun to go spend some time with the in-laws who love Bubus and can help out taking care of him. My father-in-law made me poached eggs this morning and held Bubus while I ate. That’s pretty awesome.

I did not relish the idea of spending 4+ hours in a car with Bubus in the backseat, and also didn’t want to deprive Hub of a car for a whole week. So we decided to take the train. My impression of train travel is that it’s expensive, but for one adult and an infant one way, it actually ended up being pretty affordable. We used the AAA discount on Amtrak and got a ticket for $62.

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Despite what his shirt says, he was really good on the train!

A few tips for bringing a baby on a train. One, although I really wanted to bring my full-size stroller, I brought along the easily fold-able UppaBaby GLuxe umbrella stroller. In the end I was glad. It has a strap so you can pick it up and carry it on your shoulder.

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Meh!

And although it was sort of a pain to carry, I  brought along the Boppy too (in the picture above). I could put it on the seat next to me and sit Bubus in it – carefully supervised of course. I also used it to nurse, and when he fell asleep nursing I didn’t have 19 pounds of baby in my arms. He rested on the Boppy and we were both quite comfortable.

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The biggest pain was dealing with having a baby, a stroller, and a rolling suitcase. Using the Moby wrap made it a big easier, but in the end it was the kindness of strangers that got me on and off the train. An Amtrak employee took me early down to the train and loaded my suitcase and the stroller. When we arrived in Metropark, a gentleman continuing on to the city unloaded my bag for me and the conductor took the stroller. Chivalry is still alive and well in the Mid-Atlantic.

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Watching the world go by!

A few tips:

  • Bring a baby carrier (Moby, ring sling, etc). If baby gets fussy you can walk around with it, and it will ease the burden of carrying your bag.
  • Bring a lightweight stroller. You’ll probably want one at your destination anyway!
  • Check on baggage check-in ahead of time. We couldn’t check bags going to Metropark, but if we were going all the way to the city we could have. If I had known that ahead of time I would have just chucked the diaper bag in the larger bag to minimize the number of bags.
  • Minimize bags if you’re traveling alone. We only made one diaper change in three hours, and baby was just as content to look out the window as to play with toys. If I had put the diaper bag in the suitcase, it would have been one less bag to carry.
  • Bring a nursing cover but don’t feel like you need to use it. We nursed while the train was moving and no one was the wiser. Of course if it’s a crowded train and you have a seatmate, you may feel differently!
  • Take an off-hours train. If possible, find out when the less-busy trains are and take one of those. Ours was a 5pm train to NYC on a Monday, which ended up being busy but not packed to the gills.
  • Ask for help. If it’s just you and the baby, don’t be afraid to ask for a hand. Give someone the chance to be chivalrous. You probably like helping people because it makes you feel good, right? So give someone else the chance. Besides, you’ll probably need it.
  • Have fun! It really is a fun experience to travel via train with baby. He liked looking out the window, having my full attention, and the rocking motion of the train. He also got to sleep full-on in my arms, which we rarely do these days so it was a nice treat for both of us. I can’t wait to do it again with him when he’s older – I think that this will be a favorite.

When it comes to travel, the Hub and I are pretty much in agreement that the only reason to travel is to eat food in foreign countries. The Hub asked me last night as we ate at one of the “must” restaurants on our Barcelona list, “Why do other people travel? To meet people?”  We can’t even talk to people in Barcelona because our Spanish covers making dinner reservations and ordering wine, and that’s it. Also, everyone is speaking Catalan anyway.

Today’s stop on the restaurant tour was a restaurant called Embat. Most of the places have been recommended in the times, so you can check out their article on bistronomia  for more info and the location.

Overall, the restaurant impressed us with the richness of the food and the subtlety of the flavors. Be sure to come with an appetite. It also helps to make a reservation, or do what we did and just come right when they open at 1pm.

Here’s what we ate:

Para piquar: equialent of amuse-bouche

This small course consisted of simple green olives, which had surprising sweetness rather than the typical olive saltiness you expect. The cubes of manchego cheese seemed to be drizzed in a light truffle oil, but it could have just been the nutty flavor of the cheese.

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First Course

I ordered the “verduras” – vegetables – in a manchego cream flavored with black truffle. The vegetables had been lightly parboiled and were very flavorful in themselves. The crema was lightly aerated and rich with truffle flavor. The presentation was also beautiful.

Hub had the ravioli, which were stuffed with some sort of white cheese like a ricotta, and served with flavorful mushrooms, a mushroom broth, and finely diced carrots and thyme.

Overall we were impressed with the subtle flavors and textures in the first course.

Second Course

I ordered beef cheek, which doesn’t sound too appetizing but is a quite amazing cut of beef. It was served with a beef jus sauce and a red pepper sauce, parmesan, and arugula. When I gave the Hub a bite he didn’t think it was necessary to have the arugula; after tasting he said he was glad it was there because the bitterness of it offset the sweetness of the meet and the sauce. The cut of meat was tender, almost soft, and melt-in-your mouth. I especially liked the nutty, pungent contrast of the parmesan.

Hub had a play on a hamburger, served in a creamy guyere puree. This dish also had thyme and mushrooms, and was perfectly rare. Hub liked that the thyme was a different type than that used on the ravioli. We also thought it was interesting how this was the second place we had been to that had a play on the hamburger (we’ll eventually review Tapac 24, the first place).

For dessert, I had a simple yogurt. Overall, we thought this place was a nice change from the informality of tapas. It was also much more focused on beef than on fish, the way that many of the tapas places are. And we got a 3-course meal for two for 50 euro.

Hub never wants to leave – we’ll never get food like this at home!

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